Where is my home? Where do I belong?

  Will I ever be right? Or always be wrong?

  All that I am is part of this song.

  Help me, Help me, Help!

  Ken Udut, '95

  *sigh* also

  Kenneth Udut, '14

  I never forgot that feeling of climbing up out of the mud to
  reach some clear place from which I could see the sunrise -
  because I'm still climbing, but I get little glimpses of light
  now and again and have, on occasion, even felt the actual sun
  warming my face. It's the deep place from where my understanding
  of you lives.